Author's Note: Hello all my Lexwell Friends! Enjoy this! (This is dedicated to Caroline988 for the help that she gave me figuring out what had happened when it got all messed up)
Disclaimer: If this was mine… ooh boy… I wish… But it's not.
There was a bang as the bullet was released from the gun. Alex barely had time to close her eyes before... nothing happened. No bullet hit her.
She looked up. It wasn't Supergirl who had saved her. No, Maxwell Lord was lying, face white, blood seeping from his shoulder, on the ground.
Alex rushed over to him, and took off her coat, trying to stem the flow of blood rushing from the bullet hole.
"Why did you have to go and do that?" She asked as he opened his eyes.
"Well, you were going to die." Max shrugged, and then regretted it. "I can't love someone who's dead."
Alex let out a shaky laugh. "I can't either!"
"Your in luck then, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."
"Wait, so, your in love with Maxwell Lord?!" Exclaimed Kara, twisting around on the couch to stare at her blushing sister.
"Yeah." Alex sighed in contentment.
"The guy who tried to kill me?!" Kara persisted.
"Yeah."
Kara pressed a hand to her older sisters forehead. "You sure you haven't been pushing yourself to hard at work? Or have you been taken over by an alien?"
"Shut up. He's reformed."
Kara shook her head. "You've got a weird taste in guys."
"Oh, come on, it was no worse than you and Adam Foster!"
Kara's expression darkened, "Gah, don't remind me. That messed up everything."
Alex laughed, and pulled her sister into a hug. "We are so weird."
"Yup."
Author's Note: R&R, of course, but no flames!